Scouters who made a difference
There are many scouters who have given of themselves for the benefit of the children of the 236 Toronto Scout Group. Too many to name. We started to identify with some only in recent years and record their passing here. Some not mentioned are Bill McNamara, Owen Lemyre, Norm Rayner, Mr. Dunn, and there are many more. Recorded below are those which passed away while still members of our scouting group.
Scouter Glenn Dykens was a Scouter with the 236th Scout Troop in Seton Area, Toronto, Canada and passed away in April 1999.
Scouter Glenn. A man who gave his time freely for the benefit of the Scout.
It is difficult to sum up the last 13 years of friendship. Especially in Scouting when you have gone through so much. When you have worked on projects together, agreed and disagreed. Lived together on weekends and week long camps. Fought all the elements, rain, wind, heat and cold and still remained friends in the end. That is a sign of a good solid friendship.
When Glenn first joined our group, he participated in all the activities and it was clear to see, his favorite activity had to be camping. The founder of Scouting who is the Great Scoutmaster, Baden Powell once said, “Only a tenderfoot is uncomfortable at camp”. Well,,,,, Scouter Glenn was no tenderfoot. He had camped across Canada when he was a teenager. He camped with his son Blair on fishing holidays, and Glenn camped with Cubs & Scouts. With all of this Camping came a lot of knowledge which he was always willing to share. Glenn learned early on the value of a good sharp knife. So much so that he always carried at least 1 knife from his collection. He also instructed all of the Scouts and some of the cubs in using knives, axes and saws safely. Glenn always said, “More accidents happen with a dull knife than a sharp one”. Needless to say, the 236th usually had the sharpest knives, and axes in the Area.
I want to share with you impressions of parents on arriving at the 236th for the first time with their child. These are thoughts of Scouter Jim Sloan meeting Glenn. “I’ll never forget, I thought I had just brought my 8 year old son to the only Hell’s Angel Scout Group”. However, even though most people’s first impression of Glenn was that he was tough, once you got to know Glenn, was to know in fact, he was a kind, gentle person who cared deeply for others.
Malcolm McKoy, one of the American friends that Glenn had made over the years through Scouting wrote.
“I remember Glenn. Enroute to the National Scout Jamboree, first stopping at Washington DC in 1993 was when Glenn and I first met. We immediately found that the common bond of Scouting made fast friends of us.
It was during this time that our friendship was cemented over miles and boundaries of our two Nations.
I soon recognized Glenn’s great loves which are:
His Family, Scouting with his ability to develop boys into Men and The Outdoors.
He loved the Outdoors and the Scouting skills that made him one with the world. We talked and talked and talked and became closer over the years. He even came to Ohio to be a part of our Scouting Reunion, and then, again he made a personal visit. It was tremendous!!!
I remember so many things we have in common. Glenn is at peace now. I remember Glenn. He taught me the value of being a Scouter and now he is with The Great Scoutmaster”.
Robert (Bob) Charles Ross
At Holy Name Church on Sunday October 24, 2010, Bob Ross’ Name was mentioned during the prayers for the deceased. “Please pray for the soul of Bob Ross” It seemed such a short sentence to end 60 years of life, 25 years of which were devoted to Scouting and helping others.
Within the Scouting Organization, Bob was a friend, a section leader, asst. leader, a writer, a photographer, a member of the Group Committee, an Area Service Scouter, a philanthropist, a fund raiser, an event organizer, a historian and Bob was a conservationist, long before it was in fashion. Bob was a perpetual researcher and always ready to lend a hand with any event. Not unlike all of us, Bobs’ real joy was to spend time camping at Haliburton Scout Reserve.
I have a list of dates, activities and events that partially represents Bobs’ contribution to Scouting. If I were to list them here, this message would go on for many more pages.
Bob was a good friend to me and he would often call, just to talk or discuss an idea. I will miss our long talks on topics ranging from Scouting, Plants, Politics to people, places, things and family. Bob was part of our family, he was there for the special times like birthdays, anniversaries and holidays as well as the ordinary times, where we sat around the kitchen table and talked. When Bob dropped by, there was always time for tea and conversation. One time, he unexpectedly dropped by our house during the day. He knocked on the open door but no one answered. He came in and called my name, but no one answered. Bob proceeded to sit at the kitchen table to eat the lunch that he had brought with him. Afterwards, he made a pot of tea. By now, he was beginning to wonder, where everyone was, so he called my name again, just as I came up the cellar stairs (I had been doing the laundry and did not hear him earlier). When he told me what happened I laughed. Even the dog didn’t bark, because Bob came in the back door. Only company came in the front door, family used the back door.
Bob, we are going to miss you. Your passing has left a large gap in our lives. Things won’t be the same without you.
Dennis joined the 236 Toronto scout group officially in 2004 as a member of the group
committee, however, many of us knew him for many years before as he pitched in to do
things for the scout group. He attended the 2007 Canadian Jamboree to celebrate 100
years of scouting and toured with the group from Quebec City, to Montreal for the
Jamboree and onto Ottawa before we returned to Toronto.
Dennis was fully integrated into the role of the Scouter because of his expertise as a teacher
in the school system and supervised the youth in meal preparation, camp cleanups, tent
reconstruction after major storms etc. When you asked Dennis something, his replies were
always well thought out.
Dennis believed in being prepared, he would even wash dishes at camp, during a torrential
downpour because we had to be ready for the next meal.
Dennis was front and centre on Kub Kar building and fix up nights with our cub pack every year.
Notes from his brother in law Peter Sprokkelenburg
Never one to shy away from solving a problem or putting in a hard days work, he left us all
with a lasting legacy and belief in straight forward values.
More of a brother than an in law, he had a love of everything Canadian. From hockey to
beer to Stompin’ Tom and Gordon Lightfoot. Best times were sitting around a table or fire
sharing a meal with good company and good conversation. Always wanting to explore and
take the road less traveled.
Notes from his family message to friends. It’s difficult to condense a life into a few
words on a page, especially one such as Dennis. He was a great friend, teacher, uncle,
brother, son, husband and father. To sum up his character in a couple sentences is an
impossible task, but we can try. He was a man of great intellect, humour, ideas,
opinions, and someone who always had a solution to a problem. I think however, his
greatest characteristic was not his intellect, or his ability to fix almost anything
with a roll of duct tape, or his remarkable talent for always finding a good deal at
a garage sale, or his indefatigable sense of humour. And I can say with certainty that
it was not his dancing abilities, or his fashion sense. No, I believe his greatest
quality was his penchant for helping people, and for passing on all his knowledge,
humour, opinions and compassion to those around him. The last word that comes to mind
when thinking of him is selfliss. He was never one to say no when someone needed help,
or to walk away when there was work to be done, and he constantly devoted his effort to
making the world a better place. Dennis loved life. He cherished the small things he
always enjoyed, like a walk at the beach with his family, Friday night hockey, sitting
around a fire with good friends and good conversation, or just a cold drink out on the
back deck after a day of hard work.
Dennis Moulds Taken too quickly, never to be forgotten.